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eskawrites · 4 months

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4. "I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was."

Hopper's cabin makes a surprisingly secure prison. Nancy walks the perimeter just for something to do, just to put off going inside. The windows are boarded up. Trip wires cover every path. She can't even tell where the cameras are hidden, even though she knows vaguely where they are.

It's nothing compared to the inside, where Hopper and Murray and Jonathan and El have been taking watch in turns. Where El's old bedroom has been reinforced and stripped bare save for a chair and zip ties and a set of handcuffs.

"They're hurting her," Steve had said on that first day, when Robin's pained cry had echoed through the house as Hopper bound her to the chair and started demanding answers.

"She hurt us," was all Nancy had said.

It's been a week. The routine set in painfully fast. Joyce makes a plate for Robin with every meal, but only Hopper is in there when she eats with one unbound hand. Two bathroom breaks a day. Robin barely drinks the water they give her anyway.

They've all tried asking questions. Hopper with his gruff anger and paper thin patience. Joyce with her soft touch, her pleas, her gentle reminders about how much they've all cared for Robin over the past year. Steve with his quiet words, his silent language only he and Robin know.

Dustin with his relentless, tearful optimism. Erica and Max with their betrayal, their bitter hurt. Even El, probing into her mind until both she and Robin have nosebleeds. But the only thing they've learned is what they already knew. What Hopper told them the second he was back in Hawkins, returned from the dead.

"The girl," he'd said the second he pulled away from El's tearful hug. "Buckley. She's working for them."

And just like that, eight months of Nancy's life had come crumbling down around her. All those movie nights where Robin would save a spot on the couch for her, all those nightmares she woke up from only to find herself in Robin's arms. All the quiet moments, the soft, lingering looks, the gentle touches. The time Nancy had been brave enough to push up on her toes and press her lips to Robin's, and all the times she's been able to do it again and again since then. All of it meant nothing. A lie. An act. A means to an end. As fake and empty as the Robin Buckley she knew and loved.

"Wheeler," comes Hopper's heavy voice from behind her. Nancy closes her eyes, but she turns around. "We need you."

Everyone has tried asking questions. Everyone but her.

"What do you expect me to do?" It's harsh and defensive from the start. "I fell for her lies for a year. You think I can get the truth from her now?"

He sighs. His eyes are surprisingly gentle as he turns and gestures toward the front of the house.

"Just try."

She doesn't want to try. She doesn't want to go in there. She doesn't want to see Robin like this. She doesn't want to see Robin ever again.

But though Hopper's gaze is understanding, it's still stern. Nancy sets her jaw and starts trudging toward the door, Hopper falling into step beside her.

She starts to doubt herself again once they're inside. She ignores everyone's eyes as she passes through the living room. She keeps her head up as she and Hopper head down the hall. But once she's outside the door, she falters. She just stands there, staring at it. Robin has been so quiet since that first day. If Nancy didn't know any better, she'd think she wasn't even in there anymore.

"She's been asking for you," Hopper says beside her. Nancy sucks in a breath, reeling from the words.

"Why?"

He doesn't say anything, just pats her shoulder and pushes her slightly toward the door.

Nancy takes a breath and steps inside.

The room is cold. Bare. Not as harsh and sterile as Steve has described the Russian bunker to be, but as close as they can get in a little cabin in the woods.

But the worst part is Robin sitting in the center. Her head is tilted back, hanging off the back of the chair, but she pulls herself up as she hears the door close behind Nancy.

Her eyes widen. She mouths Nancy's name, but she doesn't actually say anything.

There's a bruise on her jaw. Her hair is messy, but it isn't dirty. Nancy wonders vaguely if Joyce has been washing it.

Nancy leans back against the door. She watches Robin swallow.

"You came," she whispers. Her voice is soft, barely even there, the same beautiful, rough sound Nancy has reveled in for months.

Nancy glares just so she doesn't cry. "What do you want?"

"Nothing." Robin tries to shrug, but she can't really move her shoulders. It's a clumsy, silly move. Nancy hates it.

"Bullshit. Hopper said you asked for me. Why?"

"I wanted to see you. That's all."

"Why?"

She frowns. "Because I miss you."

"Please," Nancy spits. "What do you actually want?"

"I'm telling the truth, Nance."

"When have you ever told the truth?"

Robin winces. She drops her gaze. "I'm sorry."

"Don't bother. I don't care."

"I do, though." Robin looks up at her again, a plea in her eyes, and Nancy hates that, too. "I care. I never wanted to--but I couldn't--Nance--"

"Don't fucking call me that."

"I'm sorry," Robin says again. "I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I hurt you. I--I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was."

Nancy closes her eyes, unable to see her earnest gaze. She wants to cover her ears, too, to shut out Robin's awful, honest voice.

Because that's just the problem. She is who Nancy thought she was. She can see it in the regret in Robin's eyes, hear it in the love hanging heavy in her voice, even now.

"Why?" she whispers.

"Because I just am. I never wanted to hurt you, not for anything."

"No," says Nancy. "Why did you do it?"

Robin looks away. "Because they told me to."

"That's it?"

"It's all I've ever known," she says, her voice sharper now. But her eyes are soft when she meets Nancy's gaze again. "But I never thought--I didn't know--it all changed, Nancy. I didn't want to keep helping them."

"But you did."

"I had no choice." She leans forward, straining toward Nancy, her voice rough and desperate. "They would've hurt me--and then they would've hurt you, all of you, because they'd know I care about you."

"Stop lying!" Nancy surges forward. She can't push Robin far, not without tipping the whole chair, but she hits her shoulders anyway, shoving her back in her chair.

"I'm not," Robin breathes. She's still beneath her, pliant and waiting for whatever Nancy will do to her. "I promise I'm not."

"You lied. You let us all believe you were someone else. You made Steve think you were his best friend. You made the kids trust you. You--you made me believe you loved me--"

"You made me love you," Robin whispers. "I tried not to. I told myself it was too dangerous. But I couldn't help it."

"I hate you."

"You should."

"Stop. Just stop. I fucking hate you."

"I know."

"I hate that I still love you."

Robin just watches her helplessly, tears in her eyes. Nancy wishes she could hate her. She takes a breath and turns away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

After a moment, she says, "Who hit you?"

She looks over her shoulder in time to see Robin working her jaw.

"Hopper. But in his defense, I was putting up a fight."

"Why?"

"I thought if I could get away, you wouldn't have to deal with this."

"You should've thought of that sooner."

"I did. Every day. But I could never bring myself to run."

"Coward."

"Selfish," Robin corrects her. "For not letting you go. Any of you."

Nancy grits her teeth. "So what now?"

"I think that's up to you, Nance."

She shakes her head. It can't be up to her. She can't do this. She looks at Robin again, but she turns away quickly before she can really see her. She opens her mouth to say something, but anything she can think of is far too dangerous.

So she turns on her heel and walks toward the door instead. She knocks on it, and a moment later Hopper opens it. He looks at her questioningly, but Nancy brushes past him and just keeps walking.

#asks #chaotic-king-arthur #ronance #russian robin my beloved where have you been #russian robin #this was written in a rush and is very unedited do not judge #or do. i can't stop you

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redflagsandbanners · 2 years

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I cann’t stop thinking about Russian Robin because one night in the anniversary of The Starcourt Mall Fire Robin gets all misty eyed like - torture, what torture? - I mean yeah but I also lost my best friend then and Nancy is confused because who???

It's Alexei. After Starcourt burned down, Robin tried to find him, only to be told through code he was executed as a traitor of the Soviet Union state, and that she needs to stay on task of watching these weird children as they deal with the supernatural as if her best friend didn't completely turn on his own mission???

> Political thriller.

> Home life? The two people posing as her parents are also spies. Richard Buckley is posing as a transfer cop. Melissa Buckley is one meant to spy on Joyce Byers but after they move to California, she is told to keep an eye on the Karen Wheeler (Ronance forbidden love angst come on)

> Is. Robin. Buckley. Her. Real. Name?

> Robin misses the winters and the food most of all, and Steve keeps believing Robin is still teaching herself Russian because he catches her mumbling words to herself for the rest of the. very. hot. summer. of. 1985.

> Nancy is slapped by the realization she is completely in love with Robin, the first time it snows this winter and she sees the utter bliss on the girl's face when she walks around the cold in a simple sports jacket.

> Nancy very much moans when Robin cooks her the most delicious soup she's ever been graced with.

> For all her brilliance, Robin still instinctively counts height, weight, distance, temperature with the Metric System and everyone is confused until she smiles an innocent thing and quickly switches to the American one. KGB gives her a hard time about it.

> Her KGB handler is another young girl with a beautiful voice that Nancy once hears through the closed door of Family Video’s backroom after hours and almost kneels over in jealousy because who is this angel talking gibberish to Robin?

> Robin lives in absolute terror for about a week after and damn nearly ships herself to China so she can never be found from both Russian and American intelligence, because of how careless she’s gotten in these spaces she very much feels comfortable to simply be.

> Coming out to Steve under the truth serum she up and down swore to her officials she can handle yes sir thank you very much - was her biggest slip up in all her years as a spy. She also lives in absolute fear KGB will find out and kick her out of the mission.

> She doesn't exactly turn like Alexei did but after Vecna and That Trauma, she calls KGB like yes, hi, no more, please, i care about these kids now and this is personal, but this is a political thriller my dear don’t you know the gerne you’re in? so they are like huh, no? We need you keep doing the work until the last of these children leaves Hawkins. There is a contract and everything?

> The ANGST when the truth comes out...... like Steve doesn't talk to Robin for about a year after. Nancy cannot get over it ("Was everything an act then?" (SCREAMING) "Nancy, please..." "I don't believe anything you are saying, Robin. Stay away from me". (WHEELS AND BRAKES SCREECHING ON ASPHALT))

> Somehow, Erica is the only one sticking close to Robin after. Like the kid is impressed to the point of which she cannot be mad and actually no this one has sticked by our sides through hell despite orders and has protected us and it is truly a miracle they haven't executed her too.

> Both Nancy and Steve get misty eyed, they talk, they agree, they go to find Robin and wipe her a new one but accept her back and Erica is like "Oh, yeah, she is going back to Russia".

> Robin. Buckley. Is. Not. Her. Real. Name.

#HI YES #i cannot be writing this too #pls #russian robin is something that can be so personal actually #robin buckley #ronance #stodin #russian robin

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munsonfamilyband · 1 year

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I’ve been on a Soulmates kick today and just saw a fic where Steve has two marks - one for Robin and one for Eddie. And it’s got me thinking.

Of course, he doesn’t know who his marks are for. He only knows that they’re two people because they look so different. Soulmarks show up where you and your soulmate will have the first skin-skin contact, and they have the words they will say when that happens written in their handwriting.

Steve has one covering his palm, the handwriting is small and sharp, all angles and no rounded edges. That one says “Steve, we need to run”. It seems scared, the wording, but he refuses to think about it. The other mark he has is covering his left hip, curling like someone was holding him from the side. This handwriting is completely different from the other one and is best described as chicken scratch. It’s big and messy, letters flowing into each other like the writer didn’t even pick up their pen between each stroke. That one says “I got you, just lean on me”. It seems less scared but there’s concern laced in the words that helps Steve feel less alone when he’s laying in bed late at night. That’s the only time he ever lets himself think about his soulmates, during the day he avoids it like the plague. His parents are soulmates and they barely speak, so soulmates can’t be all they’re cracked up to be. After Nancy never makes one of his marks tingle and burn he tries to give up on the idea entirely, figuring he can go on without a soulmate and be with Nancy - but then she breaks his heart and those late nights are all he has.

His first soulmark changes when he’s stuck underneath Starcourt mall the summer after he graduated. He had been working with a girl, Robin, who barely tolerated him on a good day and now she’s been sucked into his shitty world. When the alarms go off in the bunker he barely has a second to react before Robin is grabbing his hand and yelling at him, “Steve, we need to run!” His feet start moving and he yells back for her to be careful with his arm, even as he feels the tingling burn cover his palm and in that supply closet, leaning against the door next to Robin they make eye contact. In that short second of connection he knows that she felt it to, that he’s just found his soulmate and despite his fear he’s so happy that it’s her. Later, after they had both puked up their guts and he had confessed to having a crush on her, Robin told him about Mrs. Click’s class and Tammy Thompson and how she’s sorry that he’s stuck with a soulmate who can never love him back. Steve blinks and suddenly his two soulmarks make so much more sense.

“Robin, I have another soulmark. I don’t… I don’t think you were ever a romantic soulmate for me.” He watches the relief and, maybe even, joy cover her face and she launches herself at him in a hug, squeezing him tight and he returns the favor completely ignoring his own pain.

The other soulmate comes over 8 months after meeting Robin. He was so grateful for having her in his life but he still wanted that other piece, he loved Robin and she loved him but he wanted romantic love too. Unfortunately for Steve, just like with Robin, his other soulmark was triggered when he was fearing for his life. He had just been dragged through Watergate and made into a chew toy for a bunch of demobats. Steve was just trying to catch his breath when they all heard the bigger hoard approaching and he knew he had to run. He made it surprisingly far before the pain of each step started to settle in, his feet dragging more and more and his pace slowing when someone moved in beside him, wrapping one arm around his back to settle his hand on his hip. Eddie grabbed the arm closest to him and dragged it over his shoulders, giving Steve a grin. “I got you, you can lean on me.” This only made Steve completely trip; the sudden onset of tingling burning at his side so close to his currently bleeding wounds had his left leg collapsing under his weight.

“Why does this always happen when I’m in danger?” Eddie froze and then a laugh burst forward.

“That makes so much sense with context. C’mon let’s get you somewhere to sit and we can talk more when you’re not bleeding over me.”

When he and Eddie got to Skull Rock, he and Robin made eye contact and he watched her eyes flit down to where Eddie’s hand was on his side. Her eyes grew about three sizes and he just shot her the best grin he could. He didn’t care that he had been bleeding all over his soulmate for the past few minutes - he had gotten blood on Robin when they found out that they were soulmates, so it seemed fitting for him to be doing the same to Eddie.

Years down the road he would look back and laugh at the drama surrounding him finding both of his soulmates. Eddie even joked that the universe gave him two to make up for his shitty parents, and Steve wasn’t going to argue.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #platonic stobin #is this coherent? idk #it’s like 2 am and i really only had power naps last night (aka two sessions of about 1.5hrs)#i’m just feeling Emotional about steve having both of his soulmates #i started reading the fic i mentioned at the top and left to write this because the idea of steve and robin finding out that #theyre soulmates in that russian bunker? punched me in the face

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ikarakie · 1 year

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the first time wayne meets steve is actually far before the events of '86. in fact, it's in winter of '85.

he's on his way back from work when he pops a tire. he's pissed off, it's cold, still dark, and the beginnings of fucking snow are falling around him, and he doesn't have a spare. the nearest payphone is probably three miles walk, and he's just readying himself to make the journey when, miraculously, a pair of headlights turn onto the back road.

the car slows to a stop behind wayne's, and he's struck by how fucking nice it is. a brown bmw 733i, one he thinks he's seen around a couple times. when the driver steps out, he realises that, yes, he has seen this car. because the boy behind the wheel is the harrington boy, and wayne curses every god out there.

he expects some snark. a good attitude and for the kid to make him grovel for help or outright deny any assistance. instead, he approaches with these wide bambi eyes, the absolute picture of concern.

"are you alright, sir?" he asks, perfectly polite. wayne huffs.

"popped a tire, ain't got a spare." he doesn't- doesn't know why he's telling him. really doesn't. but something about the kid makes him falter, makes his steely exterior give way ever so slightly. the boy crouches down to the tire in question, frowning as he inspects it. then nods, grinning. he says nothing to wayne as he heads back to his car, and for moment he thinks the kid's gonna leave him in the dirt. but, instead, he pops the trunk and hauls out a spare, rolls it over to the car.

wayne only watches, fascinated, as he jogs back to retrieve a little set of tools. sits his ass by his tire and starts going at it. he's in a thin, short sleeved tshirt and jeans. he must be fucking freezing- wayne is, and he's got a thick coat, gloves and a hat on.

"what're you doin', boy?" he asks, unable to sound anything but bewildered. the kid blinks at him.

"changing your tire, sir?"

"i ain't got anything to pay you back with." wayne warns, wary. the kid shrugs, continues his task.

"that's okay, i wasn't going to ask you to." he pulls the popped tire off and lays it by his side. "it's just a good thing we have the same size, huh?" he grins, a little shy. wayne has never felt so thrown off in his life.

was this really james and cynthia harrington's boy? would someone of those people's blood really sit in the cold to change a strangers tire? expecting nothing in return? "where's your layers, kid? it's cold as ass out here, you'll catch a chill."

"oh, i gave it to my friend." seriously? seriously? "i'm alright sir, not to worry." he says this despite his red cheeks and reddening knuckles.

he finishes fitting the tire a second or two later, and once he's inspected it, gives wayne an endearingly dorky thumbs up. it reminds him of eddie in all the best ways. "all done, sir!" he collects up all his tools and threads an arm through the hole of the tire, balancing it on his shoulder. "i'll take this for you, i have to drive by the junkyard anyways." he doesn't. wayne knows the harrington's live in loch nora, and that's the opposite goddamn direction.

"you really a harrington?" he asks, not missing the confusion and maybe even slight disappointment he's met with. "just- no offence, son, but i always thought they were nothin' but bad." he deflates even more, if possible. "how did they raise such a kind boy?"

it's such a sudden change, how quickly he's smiling, bright enough to light the damn road if he wanted. it's all bashful and excited, it makes wayne wonder if he's never heard a good word about himself in his life, which seems insane.

"i still got a bit of an asshole gene," he jokes, a little dry, "but i'm trying to be better, you know?" he motions to the tire. "if you can help, why shouldn't you?"

wayne wants to squeeze him, but refrains. thanks him a couple times over and forces the boy to take his hat before he goes, (despite his complaints). harrington bids him farewell and a safe drive home, and he's driving off before either realise they never learnt each other's names.

(wayne finds his out later, though, when eddie meets him at the door, worried that he's late. only after he's walked his nephew through the story three times and sworn up and down, yes, it was true, and yes, it was definitely harrington. steve harrington.

when they meet again after '86, in eddie's hospital room, that boy from all that time ago holding his nephew's hand, he does give him that hug. thanks him, for both this time and the last.

steve wears the hat in winter of '86. it makes wayne smile.)

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wheatnoodle · 3 months

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steve calls everyone to check up on them at 8:00 every night. like clockwork, the phones will ring and one by one, each kiddo confirms their safety. it puts his mind at ease, at least just a little bit.

robin only calls steve. never at a specific time, but always way too late in the night to be something she planned. 2:34, 1:17, 3:55, 4:11.

“steve? steve, please tell me you’re there.”

“i’m here, robbie.”

she’s huffing and puffing like she ran a marathon in her sleep.

“they don’t- they’re not- your face?”

“nobody’s here but me. no russians. no injuries.” he tries to keep his voice even, steady, let her know he means it.

“promise you’ll call if they come? i’ll- i’ll get you out this time, i swear, i- i’ll do more. promise?”

and steve shuts his eyes, holding back a sad sigh as he pictures her in that bunker, where her brain currently is, screaming out for him, begging them to leave him alone, to stop hurting him.

“i promise. but there’s nothing to worry about. i’m okay, you’re okay. there’s no russians.”

“i should have saved you-“

“you did save me, robbie.”

“i could have- i should have done more.”

“you did enough.”

and her breathing stutters before it finally slows down, her lungs settling on an even pace. he can lay back now.

“i’m gonna…gonna go to sleep again.”

“good. you do that. i’m a call away.”

“a call away…okay…yeah…okay. i love you.”

“i love you too, robin.”

“okay…g’night.”

“goodnight, robbie.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin brotp #stobin #stobin ficlet #robin’s russian trauma #starcourt mall #stranger things ficlet #plot twist he hangs up and there’s russians all around oops

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Eddie post a Tiktok where he’s laying on the floor with his head propped up by the couch. He looks deep in thought and then raise the camera so you can see Steve and Robin asleep on the couch. The camera comes back down and he asks, “Why did Buckley come over to my house to take a nap?”

Eddie‘s about to say something else but he hears something behind him. He sits up and turns the camera around, catching on film Steve mumble in his sleep ‘morons’ and then Robin repeat him in her sleep. Eddie sounds incredulous when he says, “They have the same dreams???”

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#Steve and Robin share everything even their Russian torture nightmares #Eddie does film them when they wake up because they’re both humming total eclipse of the heart and he’s like ????#eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson tiktok saga #robin buckley

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italiansteebie · 1 year

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He heard the news, and suddenly everything was moving 1,000 miles an hour. The only thing Steve could think about was Eddie. Was he scared? Did he run? What happened? And suddenly they’re in the boat house, poking around one minute, the next, a jagged piece of glass was pressed to his jugular.

“Steve?”

And then it was over, Eddie dropped the broken bottle and slumped against his chest, heaving sobs making their way out, body wracking as he cried. “Shhh, it’s okay, Eds.” He soothed, pointedly ignoring the confused glances from the rest of the group.

They sunk to the floor together, Steve caressing Eddie’s hair. “It’s okay, babe. Breathe, just breathe with me.” Eddie’s sobs stuttered to an end, “She broke in front of me, Steve, I- I knew you said this shit bad but, damn it, Steve.” His voice came out wrecked and broken. Steve sighed, “That’s exactly why I didn’t want you getting mixed up in this shit with me, Eds. I- I can’t lose you.”

Eddie reared back, “And you think I can lose you, Steve?! I can’t.”

“Ed-”

“No! I can’t. Okay?”

Eddie cradled Steve’s face, tear tracks drying and breath returning normal, Steve reached to wipe away a stray tear, tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear. They were lost in the moment until Dustin broke the silence, “What the fuck.”

“Language.”

“Watch it, Henderson.”

Dustin eyed them, “Okay. Now I see where you guys get it. Weird. Um. Do you want to explain?” Dustin and Robin watched as they silently communicated, eyes flicking towards each other in confusion. “We-” They started in unison, giggling at each other before Steve continued. “We’re dating.” Dustin blanches and Robin looks like she’s about to pass out.

“You’re gay?”

“Bisexual,” is the unison response, “We- Uh. How’d you meet?” Dustin splutters, watching the blush spread across Steve’s face. Eddie grinned, “Stevie here got himself locked inside the mall last summer, and it was just his luck that I was there graffitiing the side of it and heard him crying. I was his white night.”

Steve scoffed, “I was NOT crying,”

“Pfft. Stevie, you were weepin’ like a baby, sweetheart.”

Dustin gags at the pet names, and Robin is just staring at them, starry eyed.

“So there’s… I’m not,” Steve smiles softly at her, “Yeah, Robs. You aren’t alone,” She gives a soft smile back before the lightbulb goes off. “Wait! That’s why you reacted so well to Tammy!” She’s spinning around, and suddenly there’s a finger in Steve’s face, “You had the NERVE to make fun of Tammy, when you're dating HIM?”

“Hey!”

“Shut up, Eddie. Does that mean- Does he know?”

Steve shrugs, “I didn’t have anywhere to go after the russians. I hadn’t told him yet but… The truth came out when his uncle Wayne was patching me up.” Robin’s gaze on Eddie turned thankful.

They were all caught up in a soft moment when the sirens of a cop car broke the peace, “Oh, fuck, I forgot I’m running from the cops.” Eddie says, a little shell shocked.

“Don’t worry, we can go back to my place,” Steve reassures, and never the serious, Eddie waggles his eyebrows at this, to which Dustin and Robin share simultaneous gags, and Steve pushes at his shoulder.

“What? Oh, yeah. Running from cops, don’t make jokes Edison.” He’s muttering to himself as they move to Steve’s car, ducking down and dodging suspicious eyes. Once in and buckled, Dustin gives a pointed look towards the metal head in the passenger seat.

“Edison?”

And the tense atmosphere lifted ever so slightly.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #stranger things #steddie #steddie ficlet #established steddie #secret steddie #best friend robin #best friend robin buckley #steddie fic #steve x eddie #soft steddie #eddie's full name #wayne munson #steve's russian trauma

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writing-dilemmas · 1 year

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hey girl sorry um, they found out your favorite character is neurodivergent. yeah, the fandom is infantilizing them, ignoring their intelligence, and reducing them to comic relief. yeah there’s nothing we can do about that. I’m so sorry

#robin buckley #it’s true and I should say it #people forget how smart she is she literally solved a secret russian code in one day and speaks multiple languages #ronance #stranger things

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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Steve and Robin often share a bed, it comes with the territory of being platonic soulmates. But no matter how many times they find themselves sleeping side by side they never sleep back to back.

They can't.

If they sleep back to back Robin will wake in the middle of the night a silent scream on her lips. She'll feel Steve's back pressed against hers. Her brain will ask her if he's still breathing, is his heart still beating, she doesn't know the answer, why doesn't she know the answer, why isn't Steve moving?

They don't sleep back to back because Robin will be back in that room, she'll feel the cut of the binds on her wrist, her legs will feel the cold metal of the chair, her face aching a phantom bruise. Why isn't Steve moving, why isn't he speaking.

Steve?

Please don't be dead.

What did they do to you Steve?

Don't be dead please don't be dead.

Are you breathing Steve?

Steve please please answer me.

Why is your body so still Steve?

Don't be dead.

Why did you go instead of me?

Steve please.

Why Steve?

His body is moving now, wrapping his arms around her tightly, pulling her into him. She can hear his heartbeat now, it's so clear, so alive. She can feel his breathing now,arch it with her own as reality comes back into focus. He's alive.

He'll hold her through the night and every night after that, never turning his body again, never putting her back in that room again.

#angst #stobin #platonic stobin #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic soulmates #ficlet #the Russians #i still think about that scene #i briefly thought he was dead too #starcourt #they need to address their trauma

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ronanception · 2 years

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“Tell me something you hate about America.”

Robin coughed harder than usual, scrunching up from where she had been laying down, wheezing in surprise. Nancy smiled innocently on her left, reaching out a hand to rub her back as she looked back at her with wild eyes, gasping for breath. She cleared her throat once she had recovered and passed the slowly burning joint back to her girlfriend.

“Are you wearing a wire?” she squeaked, the whites of her eyes flashing as she scanned the empty hill Nancy had parked on. It had been a year since she had told her ex-ex-girlfriend the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It had been three months of pure, summer bliss since she had regained Nancy's trust, and tonight they were sharing a joint they had procured together from Eddie, laying on the hood of The Wheeler Station Wagon and looking at the stars.

“Oh my god. Please. I’m an investigative journalist.”

“An aspiring investigative journalist.”

Nancy sat up as she pulled in a lungful of smoke, smacking Robin lightly on the arm.

“Har har, smartass.” she teased on her exhale. Robin plucked the joint nimbly from her fingers and adopted the thinkers pose, eyeing the clear summer skies as she thumbed through the files of her memories, all the way back to when she was first planted in Anchorage, Alaska. Her first American Experience.

“I fucking hate peanut butter.” she sighed, her lips twisting into a wry grin as she glanced at Nancy.

“Shut up. No.” Nancy’s chin hit her chest and she leaned into Robins arm, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Peanut butter? You’re trying to completely integrate with American society and you can’t stand peanut butter? I’m amazed you’ve made it this far!” she laughed, linking their arms and opening her mouth slightly so that her girlfriend could tuck the quickly diminishing roach back between her lips.

“Okay. Right. So.” Robin began, paused, took a breath while she considered the right words, and continued. “Peanut butter is, like, not a thing in the Soviet Union, right? So, like, we’ve HEARD of it, and, yeah, some people get peanut butter, but, like, it’s not just on the shelf at the shop, okay? So, like, you really have to ‘know a guy’ to get some, it’s considered a delicacy.”

She paused and took the last inhale of the stub of their joint before blotting it out on the sole of her boot and flicking it away.

“Okay so - Nancy, you know I’m not rich, but back at home I was, like, I mean I get that there are rich people, and people say the oligarchs are gone and, like, from what my papa told me things are, like, at least a bit better than they were for my grandparents I guess? And I guess we do fine, but a big part of the reason I signed up for the program in the first place was to get a better status for my mama and papa and, like, there is ABSOLUTELY still class dichotomy -”

Nancy cleared her throat and nudged Robin with a saccharine smile “Peanut butter?” she asked sweetly. Robin groaned and flopped back on the hood of the station wagon, taking a giggling Nancy with her. The two wiggled closer, Nancy cuddling under Robins arm, laying her head on Robins chest, right below her collarbone. Robin gave a big sigh and continued, “Right. Peanut butter. So in the Union, sometimes, advertisements from America would leak in. I’m sure it was counter-propaganda from the west. Obviously. But I kept hearing and seeing advertisements for something called ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’“

Nancy hid her face in Robins chest so that the other girl could only feel the laugh and not hear it. “Robin you sounded like an old timey news reporter when you said that...” she teased, kissing the exposed clavicle available to her. Robin huffed indignantly.

“That’s literally exactly how they said it in the broadcast! ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’“ she repeated officially, “It was the first English phrase I learned!” this statement only sent Nancy into a fit of giggles.

“Listen, it’s hard enough doing an Indiana accent for a language I only just learned four years ago, okay? That’s just exactly how I heard it, I repeated that so many times I must have driven my parents crazy.” she reasoned, throwing her hands across their fields of vision. “I was really proud of how American I sounded when I did that!”

“Do you want me to finish?”

“Please, I’m dying to know what you think of ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’“ Nancy giggled mercilessly. Robin groaned and squeezed her girlfriend tighter.

“Okay Miss America, what you need to know is that ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’ royally fucked up the concept of peanut butter for me, okay? It’s a complete tragedy.” She pouted down at Nancy who rewarded her with a small kiss. “Thank you. It was really hard.” she said seriously before looking back at the sky.

“The thing about this misconception is that, when I came to America, I saw Peanut Butter just... there. In the store. There was so much of it! And different kinds of Peanut Butter? I was being extremely careful with my ‘American Parents’ and I refused to beg. I wasn’t great with the American accent or language either so I said...’ Robin paused for effect, ‘Pyee-nyut butterrr?’ her ‘r’s rolled ridiculously as she exaggerated her accent.

“You would not believe how fast this woman slapped the absolute shit out of me! I promise no one else heard what I said but блять I saw stars.”

Nancy cooed sympathetically, tightening her hold and pressing a sweet kiss to the underside of Robins jaw.

“But that’s not why I hate peanut butter. She did buy me a whole can of Peter Pan Peanut Butter” her eyes had gone soft, her mind transported to the memory of her turning the key on the tin can to open it, the pure smell of ‘peanut’ hitting her nose for the first time. Nancy looked into her face, awestruck, counting the constellations reflected in her gaze and the untold depths to her freckles.

“It wasn’t sweet and it tasted like shit.”

The moment shattered like a wine glass on a concrete floor, so abrupt and unexpected that Nancy forgot that the whole point of this story was that Robin hated peanut butter. What? She was suddenly inconsolable, stricken by giggles and heaving for breaths as she rolled away from her partner, unable to even pretend she could remain in that beautiful moment.

“Nancy oh my god!!!” she heard Robin squeal between panting laughter, “It wasn’t that funny! Calm down!“ Nancy felt arms pulling her up and into a stringy embrace, felt puffs of laughter on her cheeks and kisses on her nose as she laughed and laughed. She allowed herself to be pulled down from the hood of the car onto the grassy hillside, rolling and laughing, tears leaking from her eyes as she imagined a baby Robin Buckley grabbing a whole spoonful of peanut butter and just absolutely gagging.

After laughing and giggling and exchanging more soft kisses, Nancy looked at Robin with determination.

“I’m going to get you to like Peanut Butter if it kills me, Robin Buckley.”

#russian robin #ronance #stranger things #st4 #russian spy au #alternate universe #Just having fun here don't mind me #this became WAY LONGER than I thought it would go #based on actual conversations with my friends who were grade school aged in the USSR #the soviet union is not russia and it kills me when people equate them as the same #different countries babes #my writing #i might draw somethin #long post

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hello hello, i’m loving all these lil drabbles, you’re such an amazing writer <333

mayhaps 14 “I’m not going to hurt you.”? 👀

thank you!

(also @julesiuile asked for a part 2 to this post, so here we go!)

14. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Against her better judgment, Nancy goes back.

Robin doesn't ask for her this time, but then, she doesn't have to. Maybe she knows that. Maybe she's counting on it. Maybe Nancy is walking directly back into her own demise--at the hands of war, or at the hands of her own stupid heart.

Or maybe the stunned look when Nancy walks into her makeshift cell for the second time is genuine, and maybe the tears that she tries to fight are, too.

"What happens next?" Nancy asks, straight to business because it's the only conversation she thinks she can stand.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been caught. Hopper escaped prison. They must know your cover's blown. So what happens now?"

Robin bites the inside of her cheek. "Whatever it is, I don't think I have much say in it."

Nancy crosses her arms over her chest. She grips her arms and digs her nails into her skin.

"The others say you're not talking."

Robin's eyes turn desperate. "I've told them everything I know."

"Doesn't seem like much."

"That's the point, Nancy. The less I know, the less I can give away if I'm caught. Hell, I'm not even supposed to live to this point."

"What do you mean?"

Robin wiggles her fingers behind her as best she can, and Nancy notices for the first time that they're bare.

"My ring." At Nancy's blank stare, she tilts her head. "Hopper didn't tell you?"

"Just spit it out, Robin."

"My ring," Robin says again. "There was a pill. In my ring. If my cover was blown--"

She falters as Nancy closes her eyes.

"Hopper found it before I could."

"Would you have?"

"I'm supposed to."

Nancy looks at her again. "Do you always just do what you're told?"

"I'm not like you, Nance," Robin whispers. "I'm not a fighter."

"You're a soldier."

"And there's a difference. You make decisions. I just follow orders."

"And what are your orders now?"

Robin shakes her head. "I don't have any. I'm supposed to be dead."

Nancy continues to glare at her, waiting. Robin sighs.

"Once they realize I've been captured--and I'm sure they already have--they'll send someone to confirm my death. Once they realize I'm not dead..." Robin looks at her helplessly. "There's a reason I wanted to leave."

"If you just tell us what they're planning, we--"

"That's just it, Nancy! I don't know. They make it so I do not know. If I did, I would tell you, because the last thing I want is for you to get hurt in all of this."

"It's too late for that," Nancy mutters.

Robin sinks against the chair. Her eyes close. "I'm going to ask you for something, and you're going to hate me for it."

"What?" Nancy spits.

"Let me go."

"You're joking, right?"

Robin looks up at her again, completely serious. Nancy scoffs and turns away.

"You're an idiot. You really think--after everything? Why the hell would I let you go?"

"Because if you don't--"

"Right. The big Russian conspiracy will come after us."

Robin grits her teeth. "You're not taking this seriously."

"I'm taking this very seriously." Nancy turns on her heel and marches toward her. "Serious enough to know that I don't trust you, not for anything. I let you go, you run off, and suddenly you have no reason not to sell us out to them."

"No," Robin whispers. "I have every reason not to."

"You're a fucking liar, Robin Buckley." Nancy winces as she says the name. Robin does, too. Nancy turns away again, desperate for the space between them.

For a long moment, neither of them say anything.

Then,

"It is my name."

"What?"

"Robin. Not my birth name, obviously, but I--I chose it. I wanted it. It's my name."

"I don't care."

"I do."

Nancy sighs. "What will you do?"

"Run." Robin is smiling weakly, helplessly, when Nancy turns toward her again. "You were right. I'm a coward. But I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to stick around and wait for you to get hurt. To get killed. I'll run."

"They'd find you."

"Almost certainly."

"So you'll go back to them. Or they'll kill you."

"The latter," says Robin simply, "because I wouldn't give you guys away."

"Even if I believed you," Nancy says, "what makes you think I would want that?"

"It would be easier if you did."

"Yeah, well, easy isn't an option anymore. You made sure of that."

"I'm sorry, Nancy," Robin breathes. "I regretted it every day. You have to know that. But I never regretted you. And so I could never find the strength to leave."

"Why are you telling me this? What's the point?"

"Because you deserve the truth."

Nancy laughs hollowly. Robin closes her eyes again.

"You've always deserved the truth. I'm sorry I didn't give it to you sooner."

"Yeah." Nancy walks toward the door and knocks, waiting for Hopper to let her out again. "Me too."

She spends the rest of the week avoiding Hopper's cabin entirely. Robin doesn't ask for her. Hopper gives up trying to get her to help. Steve and Mike try to coax her back. Nancy ignores them all.

But she still spends every waking moment in that room, turning over Robin's words. The sincerity in her words. The fearful, hopeless slump of her shoulders. The regret in her eyes, and the love.

Nancy tries to play it out in her mind, running through every possibility of what will happen if Robin's lying, or what will happen if she's telling the truth. But it all ends basically the same. It's all already ended, really.

Hopper's cabin is mostly empty the next time Nancy goes back. Hopper and Murray are asleep in the living room. Joyce and Jonathan are nowhere to be seen.

El is the one sitting in front of Robin's door. Her eyes are closed, but she tilts her head toward Nancy when she steps into the hall.

"You're back," she says, opening her eyes.

Nancy nods. "Can I see her?"

"It is the middle of the night."

"It is."

El watches her carefully. Nancy sighs. Jonathan would be easier, always ready to follow her command. But if anyone believes in second chances, it's El.

"She's told us everything she knows," Nancy says quietly.

El nods. "She said that to me, too. Hop doesn't believe her, but I think she's telling the truth."

"They're going to come for her."

"Yes."

"El--"

"Do you..." El hesitates, and Nancy isn't sure if she's afraid or just uncertain of the words. "Do you still love her?"

Nancy looks up at the door, solid and cold. Robin behind it, quick and clever and a liar, a traitor, an enemy. Her friend. Her heart. The best part of her life until recently.

"Yes." It's the most painful truth she's ever told.

She looks back down, and El holds her gaze steadily.

"Okay."

She steps aside, making room for Nancy to step forward and slowly, carefully, push the door open.

Robin is asleep when they walk into the room, but when Nancy pauses for a moment to prop the door, she hears a soft, mumbled, "Nancy?"

She shakes her head. Robin must get the cue, because she doesn't say anything else. She just sits up taller and waits. El waits, too, watching calmly to see what Nancy will do.

Nancy takes a deep breath. Then she walks forward. She draws her pocket knife and kneels at Robin's feet. She sees Robin stiffen, practically feels her holding her breath. Nancy slips the blade into the zip ties at her ankle and tugs, snapping them free.

She stands and looks down at Robin's hands, still cuffed to the chair behind her. "El--"

El jerks her head, and the cuffs break open. Robin twists her wrists and catches them before they can clatter to the floor. El gives her a long, unreadable look, then,

"I will be in the living room. Don't wake Hop."

And with that, she walks away, drifting silently out of the room and down the hall without looking back.

Robin looks up at Nancy. "What are you--"

"Don't ask me. If I think about it too much, I'll change my mind."

"Nancy. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You asked for this." Nancy sighs. "Besides, you're the one who said it. You're a soldier. I'm a fighter. Now come on."

Robin swallows hard, but she nods and does as she's told, rising to her feet. She stumbles a little, legs stiff, and Nancy reaches out to catch her without thinking. It's the first time they've touched since--

Nancy lets her go once she's steady on her feet. Robin's shaky breath rattles through the silence in the room.

It's easy to slip back through the house. Nancy spots El sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, back to them. The front door opens easily, silently. Nancy guides Robin carefully over the trip wires in the front walk, around the line of sight of the camera she knows is watching the door.

But then they reach the tree line, and she realizes she has to let her go, and everything gets so much harder.

"You'll freeze to death out here," Nancy says, already shivering herself from the chill in the air.

"I've survived colder, I promise."

"You'll starve."

"I have a stash out in Mirkwood, just in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I'll be alright."

"What are you going to do?" The words barely make it out. Robin turns to face her, and Nancy sees her own grief flooding her eyes.

Robin reaches out, hand rising to her cheek, but she doesn't touch her. Not until Nancy takes the step forward into her touch. She closes her eyes at the feeling of Robin's hand against her face, calloused and warm and so familiar it aches.

"Whatever I can to keep you safe," Robin whispers. "I have a lot to make up for, and I know I'll never truly be able to earn your forgiveness. But I swear to you, Nancy. If you never believe any other words from my mouth, believe this: I will do everything in my power to protect you now. All of you."

"And if you fail? If they--" Her voice breaks. She stops trying. But she opens her eyes again, and she sees Robin's warm smile.

"Then I fail. But the time we had will still have been worth it."

Nancy swallows. "I still hate you."

"I know."

Nancy pushes up on her toes and kisses her, hard. Robin freezes for a split second, but then she melts, her other hand coming up to hold Nancy's waist and pull her gently closer.

It's over quickly, but they don't part. Nancy presses her forehead to Robin's and tries to memorize the weight of her hands, the warmth of her proximity.

"But I love you," she whispers. "So please, don't fail."

She feels more than hears the catch in Robin's breath, but Robin doesn't say anything. Nancy supposes it's the most honest answer she can give.

They linger until they can't anymore, until it's too cold and too much time has past and even Nancy knows they're seriously pushing their luck.

"Stay safe," Robin says as she lets her go. Nancy doesn't say anything. She just stares at Robin--her Robin--and prays this isn't the last time she'll see her.

#asks #thepartyfriendship #ronance #russian robin #oh no i accidentally made this A Story #oops #fic rec

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Russian Robin finds out Ted Wheeler can play chess and is delighted as much as she is cocky, because this american jerk of a man is going to crush and burn so so good.

#she actually gets so delighted she goes in your-daughter-calls-me-daddy-too mode and Nancy almost suffers a whiplash #nancy: 'i didn't know you played chess'#robin: 'sit down and watch me babygirl'#ted: '...karen? is it healthy for our daughter to be this red?'#ronance stuff #russian robin #when i said i am obsessed i very much meant it

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nelkcats · 8 months

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Lost Bird Returns

It wasn't strange that Danny chased Desiree, or that she refused to return to the Infinite Realms. What was strange was that she decided to leave Amity Park.

That made things 200% more difficult for the halfa because outside of Amity no one had the "no desiring" rule; while Danny was grateful that Amity was kept "secret" and no one knew what was going on inside (and that was a pain in the ass to accomplish), it was also a disadvantage in those situations.

Mainly because Desiree could stay invisible and listen to people's wishes. Like at that moment, where he found her smiling next to Batman, and damn it, what wish had she granted?

Batman, unaware of his unfortunate situation, was watching the streets of Gotham gloomily. It was Jason's death anniversary and they'd had another fight, which happened a lot in those days, but Bruce couldn't help but think of simpler days.

"I wish he could get his spark back" the dark knight lamented, accidentally sealing his son's fate.

And though Danny had caught Desiree in the thermos, the wish had already been made. The halfa didn't know enough to reverse it either.

A few days later rumors began to be heard of a ghost haunting Gotham. A boy dressed in a burnt uniform with a strange look on his face.

Robin, the lost part of Jason Todd that had been trapped in the Realms so long ago was back, and not even the Lazarus Pits would keep him away this time.

#dpxdc #halfa jason #ghost jason todd #the lazarus pits took a part of Jason when he revived #although they rather separated a part of him and left it behind #they replaced that missing part with anger and fury #but that part was left behind in the Realms #confused and incomplete #dp x dc #dc x dp #when Bruce made the wish #Desiree simply brought the ghost out of its haunt #and she located him in gotham #Jason is about to suffer some emotional Russian roulette #Robin's ghost is looking for his missing part and won't leave until he's whole again #He's the spark that Jason lost #Danny heard about the ghost in Gotham and he's not happy about it #he did so much for Amity to be some kind of Area 51 damn it

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Steve dies the night of his 24th birthday.

His friends had thrown him a surprise party at Nancy's apartment. Argyle had given him a 'birthday joint', the kids had all shouted surprise, and he'd had a minor breakdown in the bathroom about turning twenty-four. He'd had a good night, drunk too much, and on his way home he's hit by a taxi, killing him instantly.

Steve opens his eyes to see his reflection staring back. He's in Nancy's bathroom again. His face is dripping cold water from the water he's just splashed on it. His heart is racing, the vision of the taxi clear in his mind.

He's alive, though. He's here. He leaves the bathroom and finds Dustin there, again, impatiently waiting for his input on some argument about Star Wars.

He writes it off as a weird high. Who knows what Argyle had put in the joint?

Then he dies again. Not a taxi, this time. He'd avoided the taxi. No, this time, he drowns.

He comes to in Nancy's bathroom again.

And again. And again. And again.

At first, he thinks it must be the joint fucking with him. Some new strain of weed he hasn't tried before, something that doesn't sit well with him. The more he dies, the more he keeps finding himself in that bathroom, he starts thinking otherwise.

Truthfully, he thinks he's losing his mind. Especially when he keeps dying on the goddamn stairs.

In any other scenario, it would be funny, the amount of different ways he's discovered he can die. He takes the window out of the apartment instead of braving the stairs. Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin—none of them are experiencing what he is. None of them remember reliving the evening over and over. They look at him with concern, like they think he's having a mental breakdown, like he's crazy.

Steve's lived thirty different Thursdays when he reaches Friday. He's ecstatic. He managed not to die. The curse is finally, finally, broken.

He's meant to meet Dustin at the mall. He's in the elevator with a handful of other people when the lights flicker. He looks up, hearing a loud groaning noise, and then they're plummeting.

Chaos breaks out. There's four other people with him: two of them are screaming, clinging to one another, a third is sobbing hysterically, and the fourth...

The fourth doesn't react at all. She stares ahead, past the others, and she looks bored.

"Hey, didn't you get the news?" Steve asks. She glances at him, and he notes that she's got more freckles than he's ever seen on someone. "We're about to die."

"Doesn't matter," the woman says. She's twisting a silver ring around her middle finger. "I die all the time."

He stares at her, stunned. He opens his mouth—

and comes to in Nancy's bathroom. It's Thursday, September 27th, again.

But.

Maybe there's someone else out there going through what he's going through. A tall, freckled woman he's pretty sure he's never seen before and doesn't know anything about, except that she possibly dies in Starcourt Mall on a Friday.

He has to find her.

#st russian doll au #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #my writing #writing #st fic

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Never Say Die [2]

| Part one | you are here | part 3 | part 4

Everyone seemed to want a part two… so here’s another part! (Also name title comes from a Black Sabbath song lol)

Steve took a few steps in the house. His hands shook as he barely could see through the shirt that was over his face. Concealing his identity from the neighbors. He knows that Hopper and Joyce’s intentions were positive, but his mind was playing tricks on him. For a split second he was back in Russia, blind fold over his eyes as he’s being dragged from a van. Still in his sailer suit. Blood all over his face, the ashes of star-court still lingering on him. Not even given the chance to wash them off on the flight here.

Though When the blindfold is pulled off he’s in the doorway of a very nice home, not in the middle of a Russian cell. He can feel his body shaking a bit from the memory. Before he takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes. All of this seemed a little to easy. What if he was making it all up in his head? What if he was currently in a cell right now losing his mind. He wouldn’t put it past himself. He has had dreams so real about returning home before, to only wake up and get the shit beat out of him.

Hoppers quick to stand in front of him. Protecting him. Steve’s eyes snap open quickly, tears slowly forming in his eyes when he realizes what the older man is doing. It’s been a while since someone’s protected him, and not the other way around. Sure, once upon a time in the prison someone did protect him. But that barely lasted a couple of days before the guy disappeared in the middle of the night. Now Steve knew he fought a demogorgan and lost.

“Mom, what’s going on?” It’s Will’s turn to voice his concern. Steve can’t see him through Hoppers back but he knows how his face is pinched up. Joyce, who was currently standing next to Steve smiles shakily. Tears in her eyes, light footsteps moving fast across the wooden floor start to come in their direction.

“Will, everything’s fine. It’s just.. a surprise guest dropped in. A good surprise. “ Joyce explains putting her hand up. Gesturing for the other to stop. Which is what immediately happens. “Why don’t you go back and tell everyone to go gather in the living room. Let them know we’ll be out in a second.” Joyce instructs. Moving forward out of Steve’s sight. Who can already picture her smoothing the boys hair, wrapping her arms around Will in a comforting manner. Something he’s seen thousands of times and has always envied.

“And tell them, if any of them even think about stepping out of that living room I’ll make sure no one’s allowed to play that Dogs and Donuts game.” Hoppers voice is stern. Steve was standing behind him and it was bringing the fear of god into him. Though he has to hold back laughter because he knows the guy was purposely getting the name wrong.

A few footsteps and seconds past and he can hear Will in the living room. Voices starting to echo through the walls as both of the adults. Who were very concerned, pull Steve into the kitchen. Joyce is already pulling food out for him. Setting a plate on the table within seconds. He hesitates, before he’s moving and awkwardly sitting down. Eyes skimming the room. A habit of his that he’s picked up. Within seconds he already knows where he can exit quickly if it was needed.

“How are you alive?” Hopper asks first, getting straight to the point. Moving and leaning on the table as he looks at Steve with that serious expression again. The same one he held in interrogation rooms.

Steve chuckles shakily, “Russian Prison.” He answers simply before he’s wolfing down his food. He’s sure he was going to throw it up in a little bit anyway. It’s been a long time since he’s had home cooked food. His stomach was already shifting uncomfortably from how much he was eating. “I didn’t die during the explosion thingy, I hopped down and well. Here I am. Woke up in a van in the middle of Russia later on and found my way back home. In quick summary.�� Steve explains quickly. Body tense at even the mention of the prison. Thankful for the fact Hopper knew when to back down from something like this. Eyes filled with concern.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks changing the subject.

“We can pull them one at a time in here and have them see you?” Joyce tosses the idea out there.

“No. Just want to rip it off like a bandaid. Get it all done and over with. I cant-” Steve says shakily. Dropping the fork on the plate as he stares down at the table. “I can’t choose who I want to see first. I want to see them all at once or none at all.” He admits. Moving his eyes up to challenge Hopper. Unsure whether or not they were going to allow him to see them. There shouldn’t be doubt in his mind, but there was just a smidge. Hard to trust anyone anymore. He barely knew the two adults in front of him. Only a few awkward conversations in the past.

“Alright… you ready?” Hopper asks. Moving to stand properly. Not even bothering to battle whatever imaginary war that was in Steve’s head. Steve was not ready, he never would be. He moves standing up. Left arm holding his side as he nods his head. Moving to follow the other. Hearing the hushed panicked voices in the living room. A couple curse words following along with them.

Before Steve can get a step in Joyce is stopping him. “Hold on, let me give them a warning.” She smiles softly before turning and moving into the living room. That was still mostly bare from the move in. Steve shakily crosses his arms over his chest as he tries to focus on breathing. He didn’t want to freak out to much while everyone was. He had to be the emotional rock. He looks down at the floor, not wanting to look up at Hopper. Faintly listening to Joyce begin to ramble right behind him.

“So… this wasn’t planned at all. It’s news to me.” She sounded like she was crying already. “But- this person. You aren’t expecting him and I know some of you are going to be excited to see him but he has some injuries. So maybe try not to jump him or overwhelm him.” Joyce warns. Everyone’s already starting to ask questions all at once. “I’m serious guys. He came from god knows where, doing god knows what.” She says finally hushing the crowd down.

Steve finally gets his signal from Hopper. His hands were shaking as he moves. Carefully limping a bit to the doorway. One hand on his side as he leans on it. Eyes landing on everyone in the room. Searching for Dustin and Robin. “Where’s Henderson?” Is his first question. Eyes squinting trying to see, his vision wasn’t nearly as good as what it used to be. Along with the fact he could barely hear out of his right ear. But thanks to the amazing government he was able to get a hearing aid fitted.

He knew that everyone was going to be shocked, but the way everyone’s faces go white makes a shiver go up his spine. All color leaving the room with the acceptation of Eddie and the boy with long silky hair. Both who didn’t know him. Steve’s looking around the group, to many faces and reactions overwhelming him before he sees Dustin throwing himself at him. Moving away from Eddie, who was stunned by how fast the kid could move.

Before he could tackle Steve, Hoppers catching him as says something. Dustin’s already in tears as he moves more carefully as he still hugs him. Steve’s hands shakily wrapping themselves around him, only taking a second before he’s tightly hugging the boy. Squeezing his eyes shut as he feels like one of the numerous missing pieces was just placed in his heart. He didn’t realize how much he missed the little shit until now.

“I watched you die.” Dustin sobs, body shaking in Steve’s arms. Steve feels like a leaf, he’s close to falling from the effort to keep them both up. He’s in tears himself, when he catches the green of his letterman jacket walking in from the other side of the room. Coming from the bathroom most likely.

“What’s happening?” Robins voice is loud and clear as she looks at everyone. Not given a chance to process Steve standing in the walkway.

“Didn’t figure you to be a basketball jock there buck.” Steve laughs softly. Watching as it all hits her as well. And she’s already sprinting, squirming out of Hoppers reach as she nearly tackles Steve and Dustin.

“Ow ow ow, I think you guys just turned my lungs to dust.” He gasps in pain. Both of them stepping back from him as he nearly falls. Holding his side, as he try’s to steady his breathing.

“Here let’s get you sitting.”

Steve nods his head as he moves to Joyce, who’s concern was only peaking. Leaning on her a bit as she helps him to the empty spot on the couch. Which was right next to Eddie. He’s coughing a little, lungs burning from the pain in his side. A shaky inhale of air as he looks at the other curiously. Before his eyes move to land over on the boy with silky hair who was watching him confused.

“Hey.” He chuckles awkwardly lifting his hand up as the boy smiles waving back at him.

“This- this is Argyle.” Jonathan pops in. Looking anxious at the sight of him. Nancy looked like she was a goldfish.

“Hey wheeler.” Steve chuckles, not caring about her what’s so ever. Who he cared about the most were both standing in front of him now. Nearly hyperventilating. He opens his arms out a bit, “come on you dorks. Be careful of the stitches though. I am not redoing them again.” He laughs as they both move carefully. Robin in his lap curling in on his chest. He moves getting comfortable, the exhaustion getting the best of him as he offers a arm for Dustin who was also seeking some comfort. His eyes and nose were burning from the effort of holding back tears.

“No offense but you look like shit, and I can barely see.” Max tosses in. Standing up now to get a better look at him.

Steve snorts, “I can barely see or hear and you sound and look like shit kid.” He says amused. Earning a snort. “What happened to you?” He asks curiously.

“Vecna.”

He freezes. Everybody was looking at him as he glances around, “wait the big cone head looking dude with the ET fingers?” Steve asks. He hadn’t realized that he had made it to Hawkins within the time he was away. He’s gotten hints, even seen him once. Drawings of what he looked like up on the Russian walls. From his understanding he created a portal, to trade demogorgans for the life of the prisoners. Which was apparently how he got so strong to be able to finally reach his way to Hawkins and use his powers without needing the person physically in the upside down.

“You know who Vecna is?” Eddie asks, speaking for the first time. His voice is wavering a bit as he does.

“Well that’s not what me and the prisoners called him. But yeah. We were wondering why he stopped… well snapping our bones like twigs for.” He admits.

“Prisoners?” Is the question everybody all say at once. He winces as he tries to stay relaxed. He was starting to get overwhelmed. As much as it was a relief to see all of them it was getting a little to much.

“Yeah, Russians don’t take to kindly to someone ruining one of their bases.” He chuckles dryly. “Can we- um change the subject.” He winces as he moves a hand up to his head. Feeling a migraine forming. His head hasn’t been the same since he was near that radiation shit in the mall. He blinks as he feels a random nose bleed starting to hit him. Feeling dizzy Robin and Dustin hop off from him when he starts to shake more while underneath them. El moving and offering him a tissue with a knowing look. His hands shakily take the paper, confused as to why she would be looking at him like that. It was just a random nose bleed, he wouldn’t be shocked if he got radiation poison or something.

He moves back into the couch after a second of wiping his nose, completely worn out. Blinking at the effort it was taking him just to stay here mentally. His eyes meet Joyce’s who was already getting Hopper on it. “You look exhausted hon, why don’t you go get some rest in our room.” She smiles as he nods. Moving, his legs begin to shake as he holds the bloody tissue to his nose. Walking the way Hopper wanted him to.

Unaware but fully aware at the same time of the amount of eyes that were on him.

So… I only had a few scenes that I really wanted to write for this. This was one of them. The next part I also really wanted, and I don’t know how I’m separating each part. I’m used to writing 10k word chapters so this is kind of like fresh air lmao. So I’m just writing to relief some stress as I graduate in less then a week 🥳 I just didn’t expect so many people to also want to read this.

Though, I would like to say if you like the idea of Steve disappearing and coming back out of nowhere I do have another fic called Bark at the moon! (Sorry self plug) it’s on a pined post on my account and the link leads you to ao3! (It’s werewolf steve fic and he does disapear😉) ok self plug over. Thank you guys for showing so much interest! It means the world to me!

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